Germany: Berlin, Potsdam, and Wolfsburg
Arriving at the Potsdam Hauptbahnhof (Central Station), there wasn’t any time to look disoriented.After all, the herd of people making their way up the stairs made sure everyone kept it moving. I was starving and rather than risk becoming a chalk outline of my former self, I went for the first place that caught my eye, Heißer Wolf. The women behind the counter look like they could choke slam me if I didn’t properly address them. In Berlin, I could at least get by with broken German before someone just spoke English to me to save me. Here I wasn’t so lucky and resorted to hand gestures and singing Kraftwerk’s “Numbers” before ordering.
